We Will Meet Again

No woman has ever messed around with him like this. But of course, the woman Akito laid his eyes on is different. For the past few minutes, she kept rejecting everything he picked out for her. How ridiculous, Chauncey was outraged. Nobody has treated him like this before, does this woman really think she can do that? His head was muddled, and he was baffled. The ladies who he picked out clothing for had always complimented him for his excellent taste. There is a reason why they would always drag him along shopping too. But, not only is this woman not approving.

She is looking him up and down with a disapproving look in her eyes. He's never had to deal with this situation before. What is he supposed to do?

"Your such a complicated woman!" Chauncey exclaimed when they left the bouquet buying nothing.

She tried on all those outfits, but she wasn't pleased with any. The shop keepers didn't look happy, but they maintained a smile.

"Hmm, let's go to the next one."

"Are you even listening?"

Setsura was listening, and he knew that. But the girl chose not to respond as she continued shopping. They went to so many stores and repeated the same process. However, none of the outfits seemed to please the girl at all. Chauncey was getting a headache thinking about how many people he would have to apologize too. He shouldn't have brought her to the high-class shops. If he just brought her to the regular shops, then Chauncey wouldn't have to worry about seeing those people again.

They entered yet another shop and surprisingly enough the woman actually bought some clothes. But then straight afterward they bought even more in the next shop. The list kept growing and growing until Chauncey could barely see her since he was carrying so much.

A deep sigh escaped his lips as his gaze fell on the woman walking a few steps ahead of him. Through these large boxes, he could only see her hair. Damn! Chauncey immediately put the boxes down.

"Are you doing this on purpose?" Chauncey snapped.

"Oh my, you can tell?"

Chauncey's eyes twitched in annoyance, "Why are you messing with me?"

"Because I don't want you bothering Akito."

At that comment, his eyes widened. He glanced over at the woman named Setsura. The look in her eyes was cold. The childishness he saw earlier was no longer there.

"What do you mean by that?" Chauncey asked despite knowing already.

A deep sigh escaped Setsura's lips, "I'm not foolish, you know. You may care for Akito. But your also one of the people who hurt him the most. Is it guilt your feeling? Or pity? Whatever it is, I advise you not to go near Akito anymore. Sir Long."

Chauncey couldn't say anything to that and watched as the girl walked away. It seems like a person who finally understands Akito appeared. Guilt? Or pity? What a peculiar girl - it seems like she isn't just good at understanding Akito but people she just met too. Chauncey turned and went in the other direction. Forget it; he can use another chance to observe her. For now, this should be enough.

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T Mansion -

That caught him completely off guard. He didn't think he would hear that speech from her. What does she know about Akito, she only just met him? Chauncey wanted to scream and tell her that. But when he saw the look in her eyes, Chauncey knew that the woman had everything figured out already.

It appears as though he has underestimated her. Then again, it did not help that the guys from section one... At least those who are siding with Touma all look down on her. According to the report on the girl's first appearance, she first appeared in the middle of town. Her appearance was questionable. Her clothes looked like they were torn. Her outfit, many people saw it as peculiar. However, Chauncey thought; differently, the woman named Setsura was simply dressed in western clothing.

Ordinary people, however, would not notice. The only particular thing that stood out regarding her was her belongings and the material of her clothes. Those clothes they were made of sturdy and robust material. Not even during his trips to the West did Chauncey encounter such a thing.

He went to plenty of bouquets before when he went to the West. None of them had such high-quality fabric. So, the story that the girl came from the future may not be a complete lie. But Chauncey was not the type who believed in the supernatural.

Another night in this place, accompanying drunken men - but today's target arrived just as he was about to get irritated and leave. Chauncey had a certain tolerance to these events; eventually, he would snap.

The woman made her way over to him, and a sly smile appeared on her face. "Your sir Chauncey Long?"

"Yes."

"Then, I made the right decision coming here," she leaned into his arm. "My name is Cassia."

He already knows that. This woman is undoubtedly aware of his intentions; why did she approach him first. Then again, he supposes there is no use thinking about that. After a few drinks, she finally brought it up.

"About the recent case. Yes, I witnessed it from my room."

"You saw who did it?"

Cassia laughed, "I wish it were a person."

"..."

Her gaze dimmed, "It wasn't human. It was hard to see, but I saw that shroud of darkness. Amongst that was.."

"A butterfly?"

"Yes," Cassia sighed. "It scared me. In that pitch, darkness seeing something that is supposed to be beautiful there... Amongst all the madness."

A butterfly again. At first, Chauncey thought it was a mere coincidence. But, after hearing another statement, he can be sure of it. Those strange looking butterflies are connected with the murders somehow. Chauncey, however, still doesn't understand. Nobody can find those butterflies. Nobody can find a trace of them on the scene. If it weren't for the eyewitnesses, then nobody could have realized the connection.

Chauncey fiddled with the cup in his hands, "A white butterfly?"

"They were black, sir. Pure black."

It isn't the white one this time?

"And what were they doing exactly?"

"I stood up to get a better look then," Cassia took out some photographs from her bag. "Take a look."

Chauncey examined the photos, it looked like the butterflies were simply floating around. But upon closer inspection, he saw that the butterflies were surrounding the dead bodies. What is it trying to do? He looked at them carefreely.

"To me," Cassia spoke, as she took a long exhale from her cigarette. "It looked like they were devouring the bodies." She picked up one of the pictures, "If you look at this picture, you can see the butterflies extending. This one it looked like there is a mouth."